Page 78 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

Stepping into The Barn, I stood at the door, zeroing in on my prey.

Both were chained to the wall like they had done to Ziora.

A large, blue tarp laid under them. Douglas looked to still be unconscious from the beating I gave him at the house.

His face was swollen, battered, and covered in dried blood.

Tommy’s head drooped but when he heard my footsteps it sluggishly rose.

Bypassing them for now, I walked to the wall of tools and eyed it.

It was full of different instruments from a variety of cutting tools, shrew’s fiddle, cattle prod, pliers, an axe, rope, and a branding iron.

The collection had grown over the years.

Each item catered to one of our pleasures.

The corners of my mouth lifted in a stony smirk.

My blood pumped vigorously with anticipation of what was to come.

Laying Wilma down, I grabbed the plastic suit, stepped into it, then zipped it up. Next I went for the black leather gloves. By now, everyone had joined me.

“What’s he gonna do?” Inaya whispered.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” River replied.

Games were my thing. Playing with my prey and seeing the fear in their eyes excited me almost as much as watching my Bumblebee in the shadows. It wasn’t often that I got into this headspace and the last time I felt this murderous was when we rescued Tiffany.

Turning, I eyed everyone. Lucas must have still been patching Ziora up because they were the only ones missing.

Grabbing Wilma, I slowly stalked toward the guys. It felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon of euphoria. My insides vibrated with elation.

Stopping in front of them, I went down on one knee, lifting Wilma above my head and slamming her down on Tommy’s left knee.

“Ahh!” he cried out, reaching for his knee.

“Your parents should have told you to keep your hands off other people’s things,” I gritted, lifting Wilma and hitting the same knee again. The sound of the bone shattering crunched under the heavy steel.

“Fuck!”

“Who told you to go after Ziora?” I asked.

He clenched his jaw tightly. His face was red and twisted with pain.

“I said, who sent you after Ziora?”

His eyes flickered open and closed. “Fuc-fuck o-off,” he struggled to get out through a raspy cough.

I grinned. “Tsk, tsk.” This time putting more force behind it, I slammed the same knee. Tommy’s agonizing yells filled The Barn.

Reaching for his face, I gripped it tightly. “I’m not in the fucking mood for smartasses. Who sent you after her?” My voice was low and my eyes narrowed. When he refused to speak, I laid Wilma down, nodded and pushed up.

“Are you guys gonna join in?” Ziora asked. I smiled, noting she had come.

“Nah, Ez needs this,” Nazai mentioned.

Turning to where the wall of tools were, I grabbed the cattle prod, rope, and shrew’s fiddle then walked back to Tommy. He watched me carefully, panting heavily.

“One more chance to answer me.”

Something flashed in Tommy’s eyes but he quickly tried to cover it up. “Do your worst.”

Laughing darkly, I slowly bobbed my head. Shocks sparked through my body when I tied the rope in a generic noose and pulled it over Tommy’s head. Pulling it, I strung it through the hook above and turned around.

“Bumblebee.” I nodded for her to come forward.

A shocked expression filled her face. She glanced at Nazai who nodded. “It’s okay, they can’t hurt you anymore,” I assured her.

She swallowed hard and slowly walked toward me.

“Don’t do anything that’ll burst her stitches or her wound is never gonna heal,” Lucas fussed.

“I got this.”

When Ziora got close enough, I smiled and leaned over, kissing the side of her face. “You feeling okay, baby?”

Her eyes locked on Tommy and she nodded slowly.

“Good. I hate to think of you being hurt.” I held the rope out. “Hold this.”

Hesitantly, she dropped her eyes. “It’s okay. Take it.”

Grabbing the rope from me, I felt my chest swell seeing it in her hands. “Now pull it.”

Her eyes widened but she didn’t protest. As she pulled the rope, we watched it tighten around Tommy’s neck. He sputtered and fought against the chains holding his hands behind his back.

“Ezra,” Ziora called out shakily.

I turned on the cattle prod and hit the button a couple times. Tommy’s eyes darted toward it, bulging out of his head. I shoved it forward and his body convulsed the moment it hit the center of his chest.

“Release the rope, Bumblebee.”

She did as I asked. Tommy gasped for air and his legs twitched.

“Still not talking?”

When he refused to speak, I shoved the prod into him again, this time in his neck. His body convulsed. The smell of his skin burning filled my nose. His groin grew dark and wet.

Low groans came from Douglas. Sluggishly, his body shifted. “Ah. Looks like your partner’s ready to join the party.” I shocked him again in the same shot. Spit sputtered from his mouth.

“Last chance, Tommy.” He struggled to keep his eyes focused, but flinched when I said his real name.

“Th-th-th—” He coughed roughly. “That bitch, sh-should’ve minded her business,” he spat between a fit of coughs.

My face fell. “Should’ve taken a go at her when I had the chance.” He laughed and choked. “Bitch was gonna make me thirty grand richer.”

My insides boiled with fury as my blood buzzed and trembled, rushing through my body. A black cloak covered me and my mind blanked.

Dropping the prod, I bent down and grabbed Wilma. Stepping closer to Tommy, I glared at him while he struggled to laugh. Like a bull flashed a red cape, I felt my body growing more and more angry.

He had sealed his fate by taking Ziora, but hearing how he spoke about her in front of me sent me down a spiral. Lifting my arm, I swung Wilma with so much force against his mouth, the sound of his teeth shattering boomed through the thick atmosphere.

“Fuck,” someone uttered behind me.

Blood spilled from his mouth. He choked out a few teeth, but it wasn’t enough.

“Tighten the rope,” I demanded, not taking my eyes off Tommy. Ziora did as I said and I swung Wilma again and again against his mouth. He struggled to breathe and desperately gasped for air. His eyes bulged and his body went from red to purple. A gurgling sound fell from his shattered mouth.

“Tighter,” I gritted.

Grabbing the prod again, I turned it up to max voltage and shoved it into his neck. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

I felt like a druggie who just took their first shot of heroin as I watched the light disappear from his eyes.

Tremors shot through his body. Smoke came from where I was still holding the prod.

His veins looked as if they were about to burst through his skin.

The smell of burnt flesh made my heart speed up inside of me.

“Oh God.” The sound of Ziora gagging and the rope loosening brought me back. I blinked slowly and rolled my shoulders, scowling down at Tommy’s lifeless body. He had released his bowels and soiled his front again. The smell caused my nose to twitch.

“Fuck, that’s gross,” River complained.

“We didn’t even get answers out of him,” Nazai mentioned.

“He wasn’t gonna talk and his disrespect toward my masterpiece couldn’t go unpunished.” For a second I glanced at Ziora. The way she watched me I couldn’t make out, but I couldn’t dwell on it either.

Dropping everything, I walked to her then grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back and kissing her savagely. Blood rushed to my dick. The high I was on grew.

Releasing her, I licked my lips then turned to Douglas. His breathing was slow, eyes closed.

My patience was running thin.

I kicked his leg. “Wake up!” Again I kicked, this time harder.

Douglas muttered and groaned. As best as he could, he squinted.

“Help.” His words slurred and his head fell forward again.

Running my tongue over my top teeth, I rolled my shoulders back and cracked my knuckles.

“You put your hands on my masterpiece,” I growled, picking up the shrew’s fiddle and kneeling.

The way he was chained was around his biceps, keeping his forearms at his sides.

Grabbing one of his hands, I placed a finger between the tool, and keeping my eyes locked on his face, I closed it, cutting it clean off.

His swollen eyes shot open and a loud shrill left his mouth. Blood sputtered from his wound.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” I said, flaring my nostrils. Mutters sounded behind me but I tuned it out and focused on the task at hand.